Monday, July 11, 2011

Dear Diarist, Issue #2


Probably the worst time amongst all the best times was the one time the Motel Slant-Six appeared in the Acton St. driveway in the middle of weirdly sweltery Berkeley flats night.

My editor was behind the wheel with a lump the size of a grapefruit on the side of his neck.

That time we ended up having breakfast on the Colorado Rockies.

In Tuscon Arizona.


My editor always said there are only two kinds of people in this world, "splitters and clumpers".

If you have ever watched me eat, you will know that I am a splitter.

However, as is the case with everything my editor said, I have always taken this edict with a grain of salt.

But I do always take it.

Now though, ever since I listened to this, on the Pod, in the (notso)Microbus, awhile back, I have decided to take a new edict without any condiments whatsoever.

This one is from DBoon of The Minutemen, and it goes like this:

"There are only two things in life - gigs and flyers."

I'm pretty sure he's right, especially for anybody who does whatever they do to put themselves out there.

Of course, this does have me wondering what blogging is, exactly, although I do know one thing that it is not - and that is the fantastic tour diaries/reportage of Minuteman#2, Mike Watt, wherein every single word is a gig, in and of itself.


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